3 A.M. Kris is pulled out of a deep sleep due to her cell phone ringing.

Hello?" She answers sluggishly.
"Kris it's me Adam." The exhausted male voice on the other end says just above a whisper.
"Adam what's going on?"
"Daisy is sick."
"What do you mean she's sick?"
"She has leukemia." He murmurs softly.
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Ok."
Kris hangs up and calls her parole officer while getting dressed and packing a suit case.
"Hello?"
"This is Kris I'm sorry that I'm calling at this hour but I have a family emergency. I need to go out of town for a
few days or a week."
"Ok."
"Thank you so much."
An hour later Kris was on a bus to San Diego.
9 A.M.
"Hey." A tall muscular blue eyed blonde man smiled. He was in his early 20's but worry plagued him.
"I'm glad you could make it."
"I got on a bus as soon as I could. How is she?"
"She's sick." Was all he could manage to say.
"When did you find out?"
"Just before I called you."
"What happened?"
"Well she's been sick a lot lately. Anything anyone had she'd get. We were back and fourth to the doctor
constantly. He ran some tests and one came back positive."
"For leukemia?"
"Yeah."
"Where is she I want to see her."
"She's in room 342. It's down the hall to the left."
Kris starts walking down the hall.
"Are you coming?" She asks.
"No I can't stand to look at her like that."
"Are you sure."
"Yeah go ahead."
Kris reaches room 342. She stands outside for a few seconds trying to find the strength to walk through the door. She takes a deep breath and walks in. She sees a tiny frail little girl sleeping peacefully in the bed. Her wavy shoulder length dishwater blonde hair is tucked behind her ears. Kris sits down next to her. A nurse walks into check on the little girl.
"You can't be in here unless you're family."
"I'm her mother." Kris admits.
"Good. Her father's blood doesn't match."
"What's that mean?"
"He can't give her bone marrow."
"And she'll die if she doesn't have a bone marrow transplant?"
"Yes. Hopefully you're a match, if you're not we'll have to put her on a donor list. It may take months to find a match."
"What do you have to do to see if I'm a match."
"First we have to draw some blood."
"Ok."
"Do you want me to do it now?"
"Yeah." Kris replies as she rolls up her sleeve.
"Ok. What's your name?"
"Kris Furillo."
The nurse write the name down on a sticker and then draws Kris's blood.
Kris sits next to the little girl for hours. At noon the little girl wakes up. Kris sees the little girl's hazel eyes open and scan around the room.
"Hi." Kris whispers softly as she pulls the chair closer.
"Who are you?" The curious three and ½ year old asks.
"Uh..." Kris didn't know how to answer the question. She was Daisy's mother, but she hadn't been around. Adam agreed to take her and raise her. They had both agreed that he would do a better job. Kris was ashamed though. This was her daughter and she hadn't been around. She was too focused on herself. She hated herself for doing that to her little girl. Her own daughter didn't recognize her.
"Wait I know how you are."
"You do?" Kris asks surprised.
"Uh huh. You're in a whole bunch of pictures."
"I am?"
"Yeah. Daddy always shows them to me and tells me that you're my mommy. Is that true?" Daisy wonders.
"Yes sweetheart it's true."
"Why haven't I met you before?"
"Because I got in some trouble. And your daddy thought that it would be better for you if he raised you." Kris reveals truthfully.
"Then why are you here now?"
"Because your sick. And I want to help make you better."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes. Very much."
"So why did you leave me?"
Kris wasn't sure where such a little girl came up with such questions, but she did.
"Because I was really young when I had you. I wasn't ready to be a mommy yet."
"Are you now?"
"... yeah." Kris hesitated.
"Are you going to stay here?"
"Until you get better."
"Then what?"
"We'll see."
Raintree:
"Where is Kris?" Jean asks no one in particular.
"I don't know why don't you check her trailer." Pablo replies.
"Ok."
Jean knocks on the door and calls Kris's name. When no one responds she goes in. She finds a note on the table addressed to her.
It simply read,
Had to go out of town. I had a family emergency. Parole officer ok'd it.

Kris